8.Kween Kat
All my days are lightning
Still don't need a friend, i'm left to move
Picture spread still frightening
I burn those sticks alone
It's not my home
I feel her hand upon my leg
Am i still or am i true？
The words no longer feed my head
A cat would never mess my bed
Bold as thrills are sometimes
You can't bleed every day, i'm packed away
Cold as he will tell you
My sign is what i say
And i can't say
The father came, hit and run
We never knew where he came from
The father came, hit and run
We never knew just what he'd done
I'm left undone
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